As Love Blossoms

* As Love Blossoms *

Lying there, in what was now their bed in the Head Boy's quarters, Harry smiled to himself. He subconsciously drew the sleeping body of the lithe Slytherin closer to him. Listening to the soft, even breathing of his heart's desire, Harry allowed his mind to wander back to his thoughts from earlier in the day. He closed his eyes as his mind was overcome with the memories of their first intimate moments together, and to the actions that had led to those first tentative touches. Breathing in Draco's scent, Harry sighed.

The sight of the blond lying in a hospital bed drifted into his mind.

~~*~~*~~

That first night, Harry had not slept. Instead, he had watched silently as Draco struggled against the nightmares that seemed to plague his subconscious.

As Draco fought against his demons, Harry had found himself leaning over the blonde, stroking his flaxen hair, and whispering soothing words into his ear. When he felt the other boy relax, he then returned to his seat next to the small hospital bed, being sure to never let go of the pale, slender hand.

The sight of the tortured boy had caused Harry's emotions to summersault. It was around four a.m. when Harry finally realized that he was falling in love with his age-old enemy.

The rest of the night was full of angst for Harry Potter, who wondered what his friends, the school, and eventually the wizarding world would make of the revelation that the Boy-Who-Lived was in love with a Death Eater's son. More important, was the issue of whether or not Draco liked boys. Or, more specifically, whether or not Draco liked him.

A bleary-eyed Harry came face-to-face with Madame Pomfrey around seven-thirty in the morning when she came into the ward to check on her patients. She smiled at the dark-haired Gryffindor and quickly checked Draco over.

Satisfied with what she found, Madame Pomfrey turned to him and said, "Harry, please tell me that you haven't been sitting there all night."

Seeing his nod, she sighed and said, "You won't be any good to anyone if you're exhausted. The sleeping potion that I gave Mr. Malfoy still has a few hours left to it. Why don't you go and get some sleep?"

"I'm alright," Harry lied as he stood up and stretched his tired, aching muscles. "I want to be here when he wakes up. Please let me stay?"

Moving closer to him, Madame Pomfrey placed an affectionate hand on his cheek before answering. She nodded her head to show that she was giving in, and said, "All right. But you'll get some sleep." She indicated to the bed next to Draco's. "Get some sleep, Harry. I'll rouse you when he wakes up."

All Harry could manage was a relieved smile and a grateful nod before he collapsed onto the bed. Coincidently, it turned out to be the bed that he had occupied many a time during his school career. Within moments, his eyes slid closed and the exhaustion of the last twelve hours overtook him.

It was to soft, soothing whispers that Harry's eyes finally drifted open again a few hours later.

Turning, Harry noticed a blurry figure sitting beside Draco's bed. He reached for his glasses. The figure came into focus, and Harry smiled when he realized that it was Hermione Granger. Pushing the covers back, Harry lazily moved so that he was sitting on the edge of the bed. He stretched with all of the grace of the large feline that symbolized the house that he belonged to. Standing, he moved to the side of his best friend.

Slipping his arms around her shoulders, he asked, "How's he doing?"

Leaning back into the warm support, she answered, "He seems to be doing ok. He woke up briefly, but he didn't really understand where he was. Madame Pomfrey gave him some dreamless-sleep potion to help with the nightmares."

Moving away from her, Harry sat on the edge of Draco's bed and began to gently stroke the soft, colourless cheek. Slowly, he removed his gaze from the slumbering blonde, and finally looked his friend in the eye. Harry watched as Hermione looked between him and the Slytherin. Then, she smiled. Harry breathed a sigh of relief.

Still grinning, Hermione stood. This time it was her who wrapped her arms around her friend. "Everything is going to be fine," she said soothingly. "Don't worry." She kissed his forehead. "I need to go back down to the dungeons, but I'll come and check on you both, later."

"Thanks," Harry responded as he returned the favour, kissing her cheek.

This set the pattern for the next two days.

Draco drifted between sleep and waking, but he was rarely conscious for long, unless it was to take more potions. Hermione turned up and forced Harry to get some sleep. Even Ron had taken a turn sitting with the blonde, much to the horror of Professor Snape, who was also a regular visitor.

It was late on the evening of the second day, while Harry stood, looking out of the window for a moment, that Draco woke up in a panic. The original potion that Madame Pomfrey had given to sedate him had finally fully worn off.

Pale grey eyes opened wide. Draco's breathing changed to gasps as he twisted frantically, caught in the bed-sheets that had become twisted around his legs. The boy's behaviour quickly manifested into a frenzy as the shadowed figure came closer.

At the sudden sounds coming from the bed behind him, Harry had turned, going into full-alert mode at the sight of the terror-filled boy who was desperately trying to escape from the entangled bed linen. In seconds, he was beside the bewildered boy. Reaching out his hand, Harry flinched as Draco recoiled from the touch as if it had burned him. Trying once more to offer comfort, Harry was rewarded with Draco's shuddering as he desperately tried to escape the contact.

Harry remained stunned as he watched the movements of the traumatized teenager, who was now scrambling to the top end of the hospital bed. When Draco reached the headboard, he curled into a ball and tucked his head under his arms, as if to protect it from the next blow that was sure to come.

Snapping out of his stupor, Harry finally realized what was happening. Sighing, he moved his hand away from the other boy.

Still assessing the situation, Harry noticed Madame Pomfrey coming towards them. He immediately waved his hand, indicating for her to stay back. Moving around the bed, Harry came in line with Draco's body.

"Draco, it's Harry," he said softly. "Draco, come on, look at me. It's me, Harry Potter."

Slowly, the head moved just enough for a pair of eyes to gaze above the protection of the folded arms that they were hiding behind. Again, Harry's emotions ran riot at the pain and sorrow that radiated from the pastel eyes. As more of the face was revealed, the expression etched onto the Slytherin's chiselled features continued to express anxious fear and pain.

Harry couldn't connect the image of the sneering arrogant Slytherin from the past with the picture that was before him now. Finally, Harry comprehended what was going on. Draco's state couldn't simply be about the attack in the dungeons. That had probably been merely the final straw. Not able to see Draco suffering any longer, Harry moved closer.

"Draco?" Harry tried again in a calm and gentle tone.

Getting no response, he moved closer still, but this time he reached toward the other boy's face as he spoke. "Draco, it's Harry. I'm not going to hurt you. I just want to help you. I promise."

Gradually, Harry tilted Draco's shaking chin upwards so that their eyes could meet.

"Come on, Draco. Please?" Harry whispered. "I'm not going to let anyone hurt you."

Draco's eyes focused on the face of the dark-haired boy, obviously searching for something. Whatever it was that he found seemed to satisfy him, seeing as he accepted the sight of the Gryffindor before him.

After an initial gasp, Draco's breathing started to regress into quiet sobs. Harry did the one thing that he had constrained himself from doing for the past two days. He toed off his shoes and climbed onto the bed, drawing the shuddering form of Draco Malfoy into his arms. His right hand rubbed small, soothing circles on the other boy's back as Harry gently rocked the distraught teenager in his protective embrace, all the time whispering comforting words into the silky hair.

Lost in the moment, Harry had no idea how long he held Draco, but he suddenly realized that the erratic breathing had become deep and even.

Glancing down, Harry smiled at the sight that greeted him. Draco was fast asleep. For the first time since they had arrived in the hospital wing, the boy's face seemed truly relaxed.

Gently, Harry began to lay the other boy back down onto the bed and slowly moved his arms so that he could slide out from under the warm body.

The whimpering began as soon as he had started to release his hold. Sighing, Harry pulled Draco back into his arms and slid back onto the bed.

It wasn't long before Draco's head came to rest in the crook of Harry's shoulder.

Hearing the room suddenly go quiet, Madame Pomfrey poked her head out of her office and smiled at the sight of the two boys.

Early the next morning, she found them in the same position. Moving over to them, Madame Pomfrey tapped Harry lightly on the shoulder and waited for a sign of life.

Watching his eyes flutter open, she said, "Harry, the headmaster wants to see you."

She waited while Harry slowly emerged from the depths of slumber. She couldn't help but smile at the faint blush that coloured his cheeks when Harry looked down to find the blonde boy still in his arms. His hand reached out for the glasses that were lying on the bedside cabinet.

"Ok, just give me a second," he said.

Madame Pomfrey nodded her acceptance and retreated from the bedside.

Harry carefully pulled himself out from under Draco. Before turning to leave, he placed a kiss on the pale forehead.

As Harry walked to the headmaster's office, he mused that there was no doubt about the meaning of the summons. Over the past two days, the siege had intensified and the final battle would be upon them any day now.

Reaching Professor Dumbledore's office, Harry could sense the tension in the air; it hung heavily with the premise of the forthcoming mêlée.

Mumbling the password to the gargoyle, Harry's instincts weren't proven wrong when he reached the top of the spiral staircase and came face-to-face with the full assembly of the Order of the Phoenix.

The meeting didn't come to an end until the final battle plans were securely in place. Once it was officially concluded, each member strode purposefully from the room. They all knew their assigned positions and what would be required of them in the coming days. They realized that it was unlikely that they would alleturn.

As the first hex was thrown in anger and hate on the grounds of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Madame Pomfrey was readying the hospital wing for what she knew would now be a steady stream of casualties.

Casting a glance at the blonde boy who was waking, she made the quick decision that it was time to get him back into the action, simultaneously giving him something else to focus on.

"Draco," she said, waiting for him to look at her. "It's time to get up. I'm going to need some help."

Slowly, Draco eased himself off of the bed that he had been laying in for what seemed like an age. He sat and listened to the old medi-witch as she explained his duties as her assistant.

Getting up, he headed off to the bathroom and resurfaced ten minutes later showered and dressed in clean robes that a house elf had delivered for him.

Once he was back in the hospital wing, Draco busied himself with following the instructions that Madame Pomfrey had given him.

In the lull between finishing the preparations and the first set of casualties, Draco had questioned Madame Pomfrey about his stay in the infirmary. The story that she told had him reeling with shock. He couldn't help but be relieved that someone actually cared, but he also worried about what would happen next.

It only took two hours for the casualties to begin to flow into the hospital wing. Draco was left in charge of those who could be healed quickly and be swiftly released to rejoin the battle, while Madame Pomfrey worked on the patients who would need a longer stay or those for whom there was very little hope.

In one of the rare moments of quiet, Madame Pomfrey, with a cup of hot chocolate in her hand, smiled at her young assistant. Over the past thirty-six hours, she had witnessed the return of Draco Malfoy. Watching him, she had noted his frustration grow with each casualty that was brought into the hospital wing for emergency attention.

As the second day of the siege was coming to an end, Draco found himself standing at the large windows at the end of the of the long ward, unaware of the fixed stare from Poppy Pomfrey. Large mug of hot chocolate in hand, he looked out at the school grounds, watching a few duels. Tipping his mug to swallow the last of the warm soothing liquid, he decided that enough was enough, and he had to do more.

Searching out Madame Pomfrey, he said, "Poppy, I need to do more. I feel so helpless stuck up here."

Before he could say anymore, she interrupted him, saying, "I know what you mean. I was wondering if you wanted to make a few house calls."

Noticing the perplexed look on his face, she added, "I spoke to the headmaster earlier, and it seems that not everyone is coming up for treatment. I thought that you could do the rounds and dose everyone up with a pepper-up potion. You could treat any minor problems that you come across, as well."

Madame Pomfrey couldn't help but smile at the expression of relief that flitted across his face at the thought of actually being useful.

"Thanks. I'll go and get the supplies that I'll need," he said as he dashed off to the stock room.

It wasn't long before he was back in the main ward, looking for the old medi-witch again. Catching sight of her, Draco quietly made his way over to her. She was treating one of the younger students for exhaustion and nightmares.

"I'm ready to go. Are you sure that you'll be ok alone?" Draco asked. She nodded, so he asked, "Where do you think will be the best place to start?"

Turning her gaze to him for a moment, she said, "The Great Hall. They're using it as a central command."

Putting his hand on her shoulder, Draco said, "I won't be long, but if there are any problems, just send someone to get me."

Draco was surprised when she did the one thing that he was least expecting by pulling him into her arms and hugging him.

Madame Pomfrey whispered, "Please be careful. I'll see you soon."

Leaving the safety of the hospital wing, Draco wondered about what he was about to face. This was the first time that he had been back in the main body of the school since he had been attacked.

His fears were soon alleviated when he came across a few of the younger students whom he recognized from when he and Hermione had been working with Professor Snape. He couldn't help but grin at their obviously happy-to-see-him expressions. It wasn't long before he reached the doors to the Great Hall.

Pushing the door open, Draco was hardly prepared for the frantic activity that was occurring inside of the huge room.

Entering quickly, he located one of the teachers and was soon set to work performing much needed healing charms and handing out pepper-up potions.

As he moved from table to table, Draco couldn't help but search the room, hoping to catch sight of some of the seventh year Gryffindors. Finally, to his relief, he spotted a redhead and swiftly made his way in that direction.

Getting closer, Draco realized that it was the right family, but the wrong redhead. Tapping Ginny Weasley on the shoulder, Draco quickly scanned her, casting a few healing charms on the minor cuts and scraps she was harbouring. He waited while she drank the pepper-up potion that he had given her.

"Have you seen, Hermione, Ron, or Harry?" he asked her cautiously.

Ginny looked up suspiciously into the grey eyes, exploring the depths before answering, "We all came in together, but they got dragged off for a meeting with Professor Dumbledore." She pointed to the prefects' meeting room at the back of the hall. "And Draco... Thanks."

Moving away from her and towards the direction that she had indicated, he called over his shoulder, "You're welcome."

Reaching the door, Draco paused, collecting his thoughts, and then took a deep, calming breath before knocking lightly on the old, carved, wooden surface. Waiting until he heard a muffled, "Enter," Draco eased the heavy door open and walked into the once comforting prefects' meeting room.

"Come in, Mr. Malfoy. It's good to see you and we are definitely in need of your services," Professor Dumbledore said kindly. "I think that we all need a break. We'll reconvene this meeting in two hours."

As the headmaster stood, Draco moved quickly to the first person. He was relieved when it turned out to be Hermione Granger. She was a little scuffed around the edges, but none the worse for ware.

After taking care of business, Draco couldn't help himself as he pulled her into his arms and hugged her tightly to him. Neither said anything, but the look that passed between them was enough. When he released her, she stood and left the room. This set up the pattern for the rest of the people waiting for attention, as Draco healed their wounds and fed them potions, then dismissing them to go and get some much needed food.

Finally, there was only one person left. To Draco's relief, the last pair of eyes that he looked into were a deep green. No words passed between them as Draco set about scanning Harry and healing him. Both seemed to be lost in thought and working on autopilot. Raising the phial to Harry's lips, Draco's free hand slipped effortlessly around Harry's neck, gently moving up into the raven-coloured hair. He cradled the back of Harry's head while he tipped the potion between the open lips. As the potion drained from the small glass phial, Harry's eyes closed in relief as he accepted the warmth that the smooth potion immediately spread throughout his body.

Lowering the now empty phial, Draco moved to step back, but was halted by the firm hand that was placed on the small of his back. Raising his eyes back to meet Harry's, Draco shivered at the intensity of emotion that was shimmering from the emerald depths. The hand didn't move away, but rather simply held onto him as if he might disappear at any moment. Harry's gaze seemed to be searching and begging for something, possibly acceptance and love.

Draco did the only thing he could think of to reassure the Gryffindor before him. He tentatively leaned into the embrace, his arms circling to meet at the back of the other boy's neck. His lips met those that were waiting for him, promising Harry whatever he wanted.

*~~2~~*~~2~~~~*

At the first touch of Draco's lips on his, Harry felt himself tense. But he soon relaxed under the caressing touch of the tender lips that where delicately moving over the top of his. A warm, sensual feeling glided over his sensitive lips, causing Harry to gasp. Draco took the opportunity to timidly snake his tongue into Harry's mouth. It wasn't long before the two boys were duelling for dominance with an erotic aura of energy building between them.

The need to breath finally took over. Pulling apart, Harry and Draco stared at one another for a moment, gasping for air.

His body slowly returning to something resembling normal, Harry reached for Draco and pulled him back into his embrace so that Draco's head came to rest in the crook of his neck. Closing his eyes, Harry revelled in the scent that was distinctly Draco Malfoy. It was the most sensual thing he had ever come across.

Raising his hands, Draco pushed gently against Harry's chest and shoved himself back so that there was a small gap between their bodies. Slowly, he raised his head to take in the eyes of the Boy-Who-Lived. He was amazed to see them shining with love, passion, and wonderment.

Smiling, Draco traced Harry's face lovingly with his finger as he said, "I think that you could do with some tender, loving care before your meeting reconvenes."

Draco watched Harry smile before adding, "Come with me."

Taking Harry's hand in his own, Draco led him from the small room and into the Great Hall. Weaving their way through the bodies that had massed together, they slid from the room through the heavy wooden doors. Draco guided Harry off to the right. Harry was unsure of where they were headed, but he followed the blonde obediently, not wanting to lose the feel of the delicate hand that was safely ensconced in his own.

As the pair made their way through the winding corridors of the old castle, they were both lost in their own thoughts. For Harry, it was astonishment at the feeling of Draco kissing him in the prefects' meeting room only a few moments earlier, mixed with the wish that wherever they were going, he would be able to experience more. Draco, on the other hand, was filled with the hope that the response that he had gotten from Harry meant the same to Harry as it had to him. Would Harry want him forever, or was this going to be a one-off, never to be experienced again. The thought in itself terrified the Slytherin, but he knew that he would accept anything that Harry was prepared to offer.

Finally reaching their destination, Draco halted in front of a door, which Harry recognized. He smiled at the sight and anticipation of what was possibly to come filled him.

Draco turned quickly to glance at Harry. He noted the smile on the dark-haired boy's face, and then turned back to the door with more confidence.

Closing his eyes for a second, Draco whispered the password, "Coconut paradise."

As the door swung open, Draco faltered at the threshold. But he was encouraged when he felt Harry's hand on the small of his back, reassuring him. He moved into the room.

At the sound of the door clicking shut, Draco turned to face the beautiful Gryffindor and gasped at the expression that was evident on the other boy's face.

Before he could process the thought any further, Draco found himself wrapped up in the Quidditch-conditioned arms that had somehow encircled him without his notice. But it was the yielding sensation of warm, rosy lips covering his own that brought him out of his thoughts and back into the real world.

This time it was Draco's turn to be begged for admittance, as Harry's tongue swirled across his bottom lip. Without conscious thought, Draco's own tongue darted out and ardently invited the other to enter.

One of Harry's hands found their way to Draco's smooth face, where his thumb traced along the aristocratic cheekbone. His fingers slid along the side of the other boy's neck, brushing the edge of the ear in their journey and coming to rest in the smooth silky silver hair. A low moan rumbled from within Draco at the titillating sensation that was now flowing through his body. At the throaty, guttural sound, instinct took over and Harry pulled the blonde's body closer.

The feeling of something hard and insistent digging into his flesh just above his hip caused Draco to become aware of his own growing arousal. Detaching his mouth from Harry's, he raised his hand and swept his index finger over the now red and swollen lips. Noting the confusion in Harry's eyes, Draco smiled and slid his hands down Harry's arms. He guided the other boy further into the room.

Draco allowed his attention to wander from Harry just long enough to issue the command that had the luxurious bathtub filling with warm scented water. Slowly, his hands rose to the neck of Harry's robe and gently began to open the buttons before easing the garment from the broad shoulders and letting it pool on the floor at their feet. Next, his hands carried out the same procedure on the lightweight shirt that Harry had on. Soon it was also on its way down to the floor.

The sight of Harry naked from the waist up was almost too much for Draco. He halted his divesting of Harry long enough to savour the feel of toned, hard muscle. Hands glided over the warm, sensitive skin, leaving the owner moaning as a mouth laid fleeting kisses in random patterns across the flushed skin.

When the lips latched onto an erect nipple, Harry's body arched into the caress and he gasped at the electrifying sensations that coursed around his body.

The velvety smooth skin of Draco's hands traced delicate patterns on Harry's back, but soon found them selves weaving their way around his sides and coming to land on the waistband of the cotton, combat trousers.

Fingers lightly skimming the edge of the worn fabric, Draco tilted his head slightly so that he could gauge Harry's reaction.

At the sudden loss of contact, Harry's eyes opened. He fought to try and regulate his breathing. As if suddenly aware of his surroundings, Harry dropped his gaze and was captivated by the sight of the blonde head and silver eyes that seemed to be asking for permission to continue.

In answer to the unasked question, emerald eyes glowed with wonder as they took in the soft flush they was creeping over the beautiful face that was promising him the earth. Automatically, Harry moved his hand from where it had been resting in the silky hair to trace feather-light touches over the face that was shining with love and passion.

Eyes locked together.

Draco's hands moved down to the first button and with it's release, Draco quickly moved onto the next. No longer able to wait, he pushed the material over the slender hips. Thumbs hooked over the edge of the waistband, and his fingers slid inside and came into contact with velvety, smooth skin. Harry couldn't contain the smirk that spread over his face at the look of surprise that was radiating from Draco's eyes.

Harry's passion-filled voice said, "Didn't have time to find any." The smirk turned into a grin. "Going commando is much easier."

The grin on his face matched Harry's as the thought of Harry being without underwear spurred Draco on. He soon found himself leaning back on his haunches, surveying the naked body of the wizarding world's golden boy. For a brief moment, Draco wondered how many others had had this pleasure. He quickly pushed it to the back of his mind for later analysis.

Tentative, delicate hands reached out and, inch-by-inch, they manoeuvred over the well-defined calf and thigh muscles that bore a fine coating of short black hair. Sliding over the skin with a wanton fervour nowhere went untouched. Casually, the hands snaked their way towards their goal until they finally closed around the soft protrusions, causing Harry to gasp.

Body on overload, Harry felt his knees begin to give away. Hands stroking through the blond hair, he moved them to the shoulders of the other boy and gently tugged on the robes. Draco was raised to his feet and Harry captured his mouth in a breath-taking kiss. As the kiss deepened, Harry moved his hands to the top of Draco's robes and soon they too were falling to the floor and meeting his own.

The need to feel naked skin pressed firmly against his own caused Harry to forgo the slow, teasing removal of Draco's clothes. It didn't take Harry long to remove all of the offending items and both boys groaned at the first contact.

Just standing and holding each other tight, Harry realized that this was what lovemaking was all about and that his other carnal adventures had been nothing but sex. The feel of the other boy in his embrace was almost enough to drive him over the edge. At that moment, he also realized he had no idea if Draco had done this before.

Nuzzling the neck of the blond, Harry asked, "Have you done this before?" He pulled back slightly so that he could see Draco's face as he answered.

Not able to look Harry in the eye, Draco shook his head, as he said, "Not with another boy."

A multitude of thoughts floating through his mind, Harry lifted Draco's chin with his finger and looked into the other boys' eyes. He said, "We'll only do what you're comfortable with. Ok?"

Harry smiled at the relief that washed over Draco's features. "We don't need to rush into anything. I plan on spending a long time getting to know you and this body."

At these words, the relief turned into joy, for Harry had just uttered the words Draco had been hoping to hear. He expressed this by lightly sweeping his lips over Harry's. Pulling away, Draco placed his hands in Harry's and guided him to the edge of the now full bath. Together, they descended into the depths of the warm water. As the water lapped over their bodies submerging them to mid chest level, Draco took the initiative and ran his hands over the well-defined muscles of Harry's torso once more.

Leaning back against the side of the luxurious tub, Harry couldn't resist pulling Draco towards him and covered the other boy's lips with his own. The small whimper was all the encouragement that Harry needed to deepen the kiss and settle his hands at the base of the pale, smooth back, shifting the supple body further into his embrace. With bodies now pressed together, the feel of skin on skin had Harry on the brink of insanity.

Capturing Draco's eyes with his own, Harry gauged the reaction of the other boy as he cautiously moved his hips in slow circles. Hesitating slightly, Harry searched for Draco's face. He was rewarded with a pair of hands pulling him closer and into a tight embrace as lips descended over his. What had started as a chaste kiss was now fully loaded with heat and passion that was threatening to consume both boys as their bodies writhed in pleasure against one another.

Harry's mouth now found itself wandering along Draco's jaw, gently nibbling at the adolescent skin that was showing first signs of stubble. One hand holding Draco steady, left Harry's other free one to continue an exploration of the sculptured flesh before him. At the same moment both hand and mouth latched onto the hard pink nipples, causing a throaty moan to be released from deep within the blonde.

Due to the intense need for satisfaction and completion of what had started over an hour ago, a simple kiss didn't take long. Soon, both where shouting the other's name as their orgasms swept through their bodies in tortuous waves of pleasure.

After what seemed like an age, breathing returned to normal and it was time to actually use the warm bathwater for what it was intended. Soon, both found themselves scrubbed clean and standing near the wooden benches reaching for fluffy towels.

Once again, they were manoeuvring the corridors of Hogwarts School, making their way back to the Great Hall, where Harry would return to the fray of the raging battle and Draco to the hospital wing. Reaching the doors, one last kiss was shared before both went their separate ways until next time.